Law of Attraction
"Energy flows where thought goes"
"Playing pretend gives it energy"
"Fake it till you make it"
and my favorite
"Act as if..."
My belief of me needs to override your belief of me, or my perceived belief you have of me. When I look into the mirror neurons around me I will see who I now know I am. My truth is becoming embedded into the skin I wear.
Did I tell you the story about that one time in community college when the psychology professor was going around the room asking each student "what makes you happy?" I sat in the back of the room, I mean all the way in the back farthest corner I could find, with black and pink hair and all black clothes (it was 1992) I was in my goth stage. He went around the room and had every single student in there answer. It was community college so that was at the most 40 people but more like 28 or so. Each one had answer some form of money, cars, family, ect... When he got to me I had a look on my face I could tell by the stares I was receiving. I know my thoughts were of judgement to every single one of those answers. How the fuck will money and cars make you all happy? Whatever shallow mother fuckers. So I answered my truth. I said "liking yourself". The professor was the first one to laugh then the rest of those fucktards started in.
It took me a few class sessions to stop dwelling and approach him. I asked him why he would start the class laughing at my answer. What he said was so shocking I can still remember standing in the doorway of the classroom when he said it and the slow walk back to my car in the parking lot when I walked away. First he apologized, then he said my answer was too much for them to handle. He told me "I was psychic" That's the part that really shook me.
I was mad that the truth I spoke was labeled as being psychic. I was mad that the truth I spoke was too much for them to handle. Really, what else matters? If you are in love with who you are the outer circumstance doesn't matter at all. True happiness lives inside. I think that was the last day I remembered this. I think the reaction of the shallow added a piece to the puzzle in the following years of my life.
No one ever laughed at my truth again after that day. However, no one ever heard the truth I held in my heart. I had it so locked up I forgot what I believed. I forgot my own religion. Today I have to retrain my brain just to get to the place that once came so naturally. Everyday I start off with intentional positive thoughts just to combat the default negative ones that are natural. I AM what I believe I am.
I am a fluent, spiritual being who enjoys the ride of humanity and knows the benefits of allowing the universal energy guide me everyday up the spiral of living. The ebb and flow of love and spirit reflects in everything I do, in light and in darkness. I am an example of truth that will teach those who are ready.
"Playing pretend gives it energy"
"Fake it till you make it"
and my favorite
"Act as if..."
My belief of me needs to override your belief of me, or my perceived belief you have of me. When I look into the mirror neurons around me I will see who I now know I am. My truth is becoming embedded into the skin I wear.
Did I tell you the story about that one time in community college when the psychology professor was going around the room asking each student "what makes you happy?" I sat in the back of the room, I mean all the way in the back farthest corner I could find, with black and pink hair and all black clothes (it was 1992) I was in my goth stage. He went around the room and had every single student in there answer. It was community college so that was at the most 40 people but more like 28 or so. Each one had answer some form of money, cars, family, ect... When he got to me I had a look on my face I could tell by the stares I was receiving. I know my thoughts were of judgement to every single one of those answers. How the fuck will money and cars make you all happy? Whatever shallow mother fuckers. So I answered my truth. I said "liking yourself". The professor was the first one to laugh then the rest of those fucktards started in.
It took me a few class sessions to stop dwelling and approach him. I asked him why he would start the class laughing at my answer. What he said was so shocking I can still remember standing in the doorway of the classroom when he said it and the slow walk back to my car in the parking lot when I walked away. First he apologized, then he said my answer was too much for them to handle. He told me "I was psychic" That's the part that really shook me.
I was mad that the truth I spoke was labeled as being psychic. I was mad that the truth I spoke was too much for them to handle. Really, what else matters? If you are in love with who you are the outer circumstance doesn't matter at all. True happiness lives inside. I think that was the last day I remembered this. I think the reaction of the shallow added a piece to the puzzle in the following years of my life.
No one ever laughed at my truth again after that day. However, no one ever heard the truth I held in my heart. I had it so locked up I forgot what I believed. I forgot my own religion. Today I have to retrain my brain just to get to the place that once came so naturally. Everyday I start off with intentional positive thoughts just to combat the default negative ones that are natural. I AM what I believe I am.
I am a fluent, spiritual being who enjoys the ride of humanity and knows the benefits of allowing the universal energy guide me everyday up the spiral of living. The ebb and flow of love and spirit reflects in everything I do, in light and in darkness. I am an example of truth that will teach those who are ready.
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